Every family has them. You know those traditions that have been going on since before you can remember? Well, that's what Milky Way Day is for my family.

When I was little, I was with my grandpa all the time. He was 100% Italian, and we ended up calling him Papa. Every time my cousins and I would go over there, he would say, "What kind of candy bar does my grandkid want today?" And our replies would come: Snickers, Kit Kat, Twix. No matter what, Papa would always pull out a Milky Way and give us that. But he never actually handed it to us. He would make us jump up in the air for it.

When I was six years old, Papa died of cancer. Every year since then, on his birthday, March 26, my mom and my sister would eat a Milky Way candy bar. It is always an emotional experience. Despite the fact that I really don't like Milky Way candy bars, I eat one every year without fail.

To this day, I can not see a Milky Way candy bar or listen to Dean Martin, who my Papa insisted was the greatest singer ever, without thinking of my Papa.

Log in or registerto write something here or to contact authors.